Dear Diary, I’ve never been happier. I truly hope I wake up and find that this is all a dream. My mother, my sister, and I have put on some weight and made plenty of new friends here. When we first got here, we asked the other Chinese ladies about their stories before meeting the miraculous John Rabe. They too were mostly raped by the horrible, mean Japanese soldiers. Some even had their houses burned down! We shared the pain with each other, but I still do wonder about Father and Brother. Whether or not he’s doing fine. Now we cannot even read a single letter from him because we left our home. I truly hope he’s still fine. Diary, yesterday, Ming Ming and I appeared on a newspaper article! There was this lady, Caroline Tennant. She told us that she wrote stories about what happened to people during the war. She told me that she visted Nanjing, Vietnam, and California, but she’s from this grand place called London. It sound so pretty there and the way she talks is much different from most westerners I’ve heard. Anyways, Ms. Caroline asked us about our story. I let Ming Ming do the talking. My sister told me about the Japanese soldiers barging in and beating and raping my mother. I noticed that she had a wave of shock come over her face, but she didn’t stop writing. She asked about how we were able to unite with mother again, and Ming Ming told her about mother’s escape and the cottage. She laughed a little at the part where we thought Mother was was a soldier, but teared up and smiled at the part where we ran and hugged her. We told her about life at the cottage and how we stumbled upon the safety zone. She gave us a hug and told us that we went through so much and that even she wouldn’t have known what she would have done if something like what we went through happened to her. She told us that she knew John Rabe was going to take good care of us, and that both John Rabe and us were blessed to have each other, and now after I listened to our story, I felt like we were blessed. Even though I’m still unsure about whether or not I still trust God, I didn’t care, as long as I was with my family.
Dear Diary,
I’ve never been happier. I truly hope I wake up and find that this is all a dream. My mother, my sister, and I have put on some weight and made plenty of new friends here. When we first got here, we asked the other Chinese ladies about their stories before meeting the miraculous John Rabe. They too were mostly raped by the horrible, mean Japanese soldiers. Some even had their houses burned down! We shared the pain with each other, but I still do wonder about Father and Brother. Whether or not he’s doing fine. Now we cannot even read a single letter from him because we left our home. I truly hope he’s still fine.
Diary, yesterday, Ming Ming and I appeared on a newspaper article! There was this lady, Caroline Tennant. She told us that she wrote stories about what happened to people during the war. She told me that she visted Nanjing, Vietnam, and California, but she’s from this grand place called London. It sound so pretty there and the way she talks is much different from most westerners I’ve heard. Anyways, Ms. Caroline asked us about our story. I let Ming Ming do the talking. My sister told me about the Japanese soldiers barging in and beating and raping my mother. I noticed that she had a wave of shock come over her face, but she didn’t stop writing. She asked about how we were able to unite with mother again, and Ming Ming told her about mother’s escape and the cottage. She laughed a little at the part where we thought Mother was was a soldier, but teared up and smiled at the part where we ran and hugged her. We told her about life at the cottage and how we stumbled upon the safety zone. She gave us a hug and told us that we went through so much and that even she wouldn’t have known what she would have done if something like what we went through happened to her. She told us that she knew John Rabe was going to take good care of us, and that both John Rabe and us were blessed to have each other, and now after I listened to our story, I felt like we were blessed. Even though I’m still unsure about whether or not I still trust God, I didn’t care, as long as I was with my family.
With lots of love,
Healthy and happy Jing Wei